Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
10cc,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June Days,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.